I was still pretty pleased with myself for creating my two little “mini apps” — simple solutions that fit my workflow like a glove.
So pleased, in fact, that I couldn’t resist bragging about them to the world’s (maybe not) most perfect teenager.
He got curious and asked to try them.
Proud as a rooster, I handed him my phone.
Before he had even opened the first one, he exclaimed loudly: “This isn’t an app… it’s Google Forms!”
And handed the phone straight back to me.
The brief millisecond of admiration I had imagined from my son was crushed faster than my husband says “I’ll do it later” when I ask him to fix something around the house.
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